The Morningstar Headquarters.
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The Morningstar Headquarters had transformed from a serene compound into a lively hive of activity.
From dawn until dusk, the headquarters bustled with energy. The rhythmic clang of hammers echoed from newly constructed workshops, while quills danced across parchment, signing contracts.
The air was thick with the rich scent of molten metal mingling with the earthy aroma of ink and parchment.
Caravans filled with artisans, smiths, and runesmiths rolled in daily, unloading tools and crates brimming with raw materials.
What was once a somewhat quite headquarters now resembled a bustling military camp mix with a forge,chaotic yet undeniably organised.
Servants guided newcomers along designated paths, clerks stamped papers bearing the Morningstar seal, and overseers shouted names and instructions until their voices grew hoarse.
At the eye of this organized storm stood Clara.
